Perhaps I fell in love with parts of you

That made me feel like the way I do.

The way you frustrate me

When you prefer not to see

How I look at you with sympathy,

Because she chose to break your heart

And now you’re torn broken and  apart.


The way you make my poetry stink,

because I ran out of words to think,

your name solely runs in my mind

other rhymes I cannot find.

I should write about what I feel

and stop trying to understand you

Perhaps I couldn’t and never will

Make you feel like the way she do.



The way you make me stay stirring

Until four in the morning,

Just to listen to the stars tell me

How your current heart is mourning.



I’m always here for you

    when you’re happy

     angry

     silent

     and blue.

I care for you

At least, I hope you knew.



But why is it that the more I let you see

All these little parts of me

The more you silently cry

And leave me wishing for good bye?